The Tao is far away

"Son, how about it?"

Wang Chi had a smile on his face, but his hands ruthlessly pinched Qian Kun's fragile neck, and his tone was full of teasing and amusement.

At this moment, Qian Kun's heart was already filled with fear, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

The powerful strength displayed by Wang Chi made him feel unprecedentedly shocked!

Wang Chi was able to easily defeat the Son of God who was at the peak of the foundation building stage by relying on his cultivation level which was suppressed at the initial stage of the foundation building stage. What was even more unbelievable was that even his most proud illusion collapsed in an instant under the opponent's unknown means.

On the field, many cultivators were silent, their eyes all focused on Wang Chi and Qian Kun who were confronting each other in the air.

Time freezes at this moment.

"You do it..." Qian Kun's face was ashen, his voice was low and desperate, he knew very well that he had been defeated miserably.

His heart of Taoism was shattered and he had no power to recover.

"Humph! I really don't understand where you, a bunch of self-important and arrogant monks, get your sense of superiority from!"

"Today is Qianyu and I's wedding day. It would be fine if you didn't come to send your blessings, but you actually tried to force the bride away." Wang Chi glared at Qian Kun with a chill in his eyes, and his cold words pierced the other party like a sharp sword.

"Do you really think that everything in this world should be controlled by people like you who are gifted?"

Wang Chi continued to question, his voice echoing throughout the space.

"Hmph, a wedding day? What a joke! Does Qianyu really like you? You just want to become her Taoist partner? Didn't Qingzhu and Tianqin Peaks force her to marry you? Don't think you can hide it from me!" Although Qian Kun was strangled by Wang Chi, he refused to give in when it came to Xu Qianyu's matter.

At this moment, Wang Chi just thought that this person had cerebral palsy and was so self-righteous!

"Oh? So, Qianyu is in love with you? That's why you dare to come and grab her? You even want to take her away. How ridiculous!"

"I have never heard a single word about you from Qianyu. The only memory I have of you dates back to when I measured my spiritual roots in Lingyuan several years ago."

Qian Kun smiled bitterly. He had never paid attention to the young monk back then, but in just a few years, he was no match for him.

"Oh, by the way, I was with Qianyu at that time."

Qian Kun glared at Wang Chi without saying a word, just staring at him with his eyes full of resentment.

"Qianyu and I have experienced life and death together, and what did you do? Use the anger in your heart to attack?"

Hearing this, Qian Kun was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst into hoarse laughter. At this moment, he recalled what Zeng Yu had said to him, and he finally understood.

It turns out that I have always been used as a tool by others.

He tried his best and looked down with difficulty, trying to find Zeng Yu's figure, but in the end he found nothing.

Zeng Yu, you are awesome!

Qian Kun laughed wildly, so loudly and so crazily, as if he wanted to vent all the resentment and anger in his heart.

"Okay, Wang Chi, you are really awesome. You win." Qian Kun said gritting his teeth.

"But I want to tell you that even if Xu Qianyu loves you now, there is no way your relationship will last long."

Qian Kun sneered and continued to mock, "So what if you broke my vision? Don't forget that you are just a cultivator with three spiritual roots. If you don't have a great opportunity, it will be difficult for you to form a golden elixir."

At this point, Qian Kun showed a hint of pride on his face, "After all, you are just a passing visitor in Xu Qianyu's long life."

Then, he snorted with disdain, "Do you really think you can catch up with the cultivation speed of the Heavenly Spiritual Root by yourself? That's just wishful thinking!"

After saying this, Qian Kun seemed to have no more attachment. He slowly closed his eyes, looking ready to die and willing to sacrifice himself. He said, "Okay, I have said everything I need to say. You can kill me or chop me up as you wish. Come on!"

At this moment, Wang Chi's eyes narrowed slightly. After successfully defeating Qian Kun, the murderous intent that had been surging in his heart had gradually dissipated.

"Oh, by the way, I have to thank you again. Thanks to your illusion, I remembered something that I was about to forget, but you shouldn't have forced me to remember it." Wang Chi suddenly spoke, his tone calm and deep.

Hearing this, Qian Kun couldn't help but be stunned. That illusion could make a cultivator see the things that frightened him the most, but it only reminded him of the past that was about to be forgotten?

Qian Kun's broken heart was even worse, so much so that he didn't hear clearly what Wang Chi said afterwards.

Qian Kun suddenly felt the force that was strangling his neck suddenly disappear without a trace, and Wang Chi's tall and straight figure slowly disappeared in his gradually blurred sight, like a phantom that was getting farther and farther away.

With the feeling of weightlessness in his body, Qian Kun fell heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"You...what do you want to do? Are you going to let me go? Or do you want to spare my life? Humph! Who do you think you are? What qualifications do you have to forgive me? Kill me immediately if you have the guts!" Qian Kun's face was full of anger. He stretched out his trembling fingers, pointing directly at Wang Chi who was floating in the air, and kept cursing.

Facing Qian Kun's roar and accusations, Wang Chi seemed to be deaf to them. His eyes were as calm as water, slowly sweeping over the many cultivators below who were looking up at him, and then he said softly: "Who else is dissatisfied with my marrying Qian Yu? Come on, stand up."

Although Wang Chi's tone was soft and gentle, when it reached the ears of the monks below, it sounded like a deadly spell.

Someone who can defeat the Son.

A person who can use mediocre spiritual roots to defeat complex spiritual roots.

A person who can defeat the strongest foundation-building cultivator in Tianji Sect.

A person who suppresses his cultivation to the initial stage of foundation building and can still defeat a person at the peak of foundation building.

Who dares to show off such a strong man at this moment?

At this moment, although these monks were filled with resentment and unwillingness, they could only choose to remain silent.

Wang Chi is now like a towering mountain, standing in front of them, and it is impossible to cross it in a short period of time.

"This little bastard... is so arrogant." Qingluan smiled with relief.

I feel relieved now that you can stand on your own.

"Damn it, Wang Chi, I don't accept it, come and kill me!" Qian Kun was still cursing on the ground.

Several peak masters shook their heads. The Dao heart of this candidate Saint Son had been broken, and he was probably useless. If he didn't regain his Dao heart, this would be the end of his life.

"Wang Chi, I'm talking to you!"

Some monks felt sympathy for Qian Kun at this moment.

"Alas, Holy Son, what a pity, now you only want to die, your handsome and elegant image was completely shattered by Wang Chi."

"If Wang Chi killed the Holy Son, he would be free. But the less Wang Chi cared about him, the more he collapsed. This was more painful than killing him."

Wang Chi took all these words in.

Indeed, killing the Son of God actually helped him to be free.

A monk with a broken heart.

Ha ha……

Just let him dwell on his broken emotions!

Wang Chi put away the Jiyin flower and dropped it to the ground.

"Since no one is dissatisfied, the wedding can continue." Wang Chi said as he walked on the red carpet.

Qian Kun: "I don't accept it!"

"Wait..." Two male voices sounded at the same time.

Oh?

Anyone else dissatisfied?

Wang Chi stopped and turned around.

The monks who were watching also looked in the direction of the sound.

Two monks in simple and elegant clothes appeared on both sides of Wang Chi.

A small number of monks recognized that these two were candidates for the Holy Sons, two of the three candidates for the Holy Sons of Tianji Sect. However, Qian Kun's brilliance was too great, so some people did not remember these two Holy Sons.

“You two…” Wang Chi started to speak, but was interrupted by the two men.

"Brother Wang, today is your big day. We haven't given you any gifts yet. This is a small gift from the two of us. Please accept it."

Wang Chi looked at the two of them in surprise and smiled: "Thank you both."

The two candidate saints nodded, then lifted Qian Kun up and flew away.

Wang Chi walked back onto the platform and fought with Xu Qianyu.

"Holy Lord, thank you for your help."

The Holy Lord nodded with a smile and shouted, "Husband and wife bow to each other!"

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